Page 96 of Lockout

“Rip,” I said, turning toward my VP. “Status?”

“I intercepted the 911 call,” he said with a grin. He had a headset on and his laptop balanced in his hand. “Still not going to buy us much time if more people call directly from their cells.”

“Do what you can,” I said. I went over to the window and stuck my head out. “Shit. Get a couple of the guys to follow me,” I told him. I pointed out the window. “Fire escape is just above that parking garage.”

Rip let out a low whistle as I made room so he could see out the window. “Fuck of a drop,” he said.

We watched as LoS members scurried across the top half of the parking garage. “That’s where they went,” I said, unnecessarily, “That’s where I’m going.”

I didn’t bother to wait. If there were more LoS in the suite, my guys would take care of them. Stepping over to the fire escape, I looked across. The jump didn’t seem so bad now that I was out here. Backing up, I took a running leap. As soon as my feet hit concrete, I tucked and rolled.

I’d no sooner gained my feet than I ended up face planting against the cold cement again, I waited until the hail of bulletsflew over my head before I scrambled for cover behind a group of cars. “Fuckers.”

More gun fire was my only warning before more of my brothers came running up to my hiding place.

“Those assholes are fucking terrible shots,” Priest announced, putting his back to the car and reloading his magazine.

“That’s good for us,” Hush replied.

I stood, let off a few cover shots as Rip, Pyre and Butcher made the jump from the fire escape to the garage floor. I doubted I’d hit anyone, but I wanted to lay down cover fire as they ran over.

As soon as they got to our cover, I ducked down once more. “Cops?” I asked Rip.

“Not yet. Soon though. We should kill these assholes and get out of here,” Riptide said with a grin.

The rest of the men were dropping down to meet up with us. We laid down more cover fire as they ran up.

“Good plan,” I muttered.

“Elevator’s over there,” Ricochet said, pointing to where the LoS was holed up. “Nothing’s stopping them from going down.”

“Guess we’ll have to do that,” Smoke said with a grin.

“Bit of a stalemate,” Hush muttered. “Any of us step out from behind these cars and they’re goin’ to look like fuckin’ Swiss Cheese.”

“We can creep in around the sides,” Toxic offered.

“Not enough cover,” Butcher said with a shake of his head.

“Most of the cars are here and where they are,” I added in agreement. “There’s too much open space.”

One shot rang out, followed by a howl of pain. I glanced over at Priest who shrugged. “Fucker had his leg sticking out from behind that car.”

Chuckling, I shook my head. “Rip, have any grenades in that bag of yours?”

“Yeah,” he said, sounding hesitant. “But that’s going to really draw attention to us.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. “We can’t just sit here all night.” I stuck my head back up over the car and looked around. “Okay,” I said, ducking down as a couple bullets whizzed past. “I’m going for that red Tahoe in the corner.”

“You just got done sayin’ there wasn’t enough cover to advance on them,” Hush pointed out.

“That’s whyI’mgoing and not any of you. You assholes stay here and cover my ass.”

“I’m going with you,” Warrant said.

“Same,” Butcher and Toxic echoed together.

“No,” I told them. “Target’s going to be too fucking big if we all start moving as a group. Stay here. Cover me.”

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